I trailmy finger down the curve of her hip, watching the flicker of flames over her skin and the twinkling of the tree lights above us. After cleaning up our mess in the kitchen, we moved to the living room and I started a fire for us.
She stepped outside to tell Theo goodnight before joining me again. When it started to get too warm, we stripped out of the clothes we’d thrown on and are now lying next to each other.
Leaning down, I kiss her shoulder and rub my nose over her neck. It doesn’t seem real to have her in my arms again. It’s all I’ve wanted since the weekend we parted, and I kicked myself over and over for not getting any of her information.
And now I’m hoping she feels the same way, because there’s nothing I’m not willing to do to keep her. Even if it destroys what’s left of the relationship with her sister. If at the end it’s only me, her, and Theo, that’s perfectly okay with me.
My hand slides to her belly, and I nip at the crook of her throat above her shoulder. “I want to have another baby with you, but this time I’ll get to watch every single second. To see your bellygrowing with our child, to take you to the hospital and stand at your side while you give birth, and then bring them home to the house we built.”
Kayla’s heart is beating wildly; I can feel it from where I’m holding her. I slide my hand to her thigh, gently lifting it to rest over my hip as I grab my cock to line up at her entrance.
“Already?” she asks in surprise.
I snicker. “I don’t need three days to rise again.” I rub my leaking head against her wet folds before pushing in.
“Beau!” she cries out as I thrust my cock deeper into her snug cunt, burying myself as far as she’ll take me. I’m unsure if her surprise is because of my cheeky joke or taking the whole length of me, but either way, I have other things to focus on.
I press a kiss to her neck. “Want to know something that would put me on the naughty list?”
Kayla sighs but turns to stare up at me with a slight smile. “Sure?”
“It’s a little hot fucking you when I know I shouldn’t be.”
She jolts in my hold, shaking her head. “Don’t remind me?—”
I thrust up into her, sliding my hand to her thigh and holding it up so I can bury myself a little deeper. “I’m supposed to be obsessed with someone else, supposed to only touch one woman for the rest of my life, but here I am. Only wanting you, obsessed with you. It goes against my own morals, but I can’t seem to fucking care. It’s you, Kayla. It’s always only ever been you.”
Her head droops down as I pound into her, shoving my thick cock over and over into her tight pussy as she clenches aroundme. Her fingers twist in the red knitted blanket weaved with trees and ornaments, the flames flickering over her skin, and when I lift my head, the snow gathering on the windowsill has my breath catching.
Everything about this night is so fucking perfect. She’s so fucking perfect, I almost can’t stand it. It feels too good to be true, like it can’t possibly be. I drove up alone, dreading coming to spend time at a cabin with a family I knew nothing about, and now I have everything I’ve been praying for the past couple years at my fingertips.
Chapter 6
Kayla
I wakeup before him and slowly slip out of his arms. My body aches from his thorough fucking. Beau woke me up twice more throughout the night just to slip his cock inside me and fill me with his cum.
I shiver as my fingers brush against my stomach. I still have two days to grab a Plan B if I want to.
There’s no reason to willingly get pregnant by my sister’s husband, despite our history. And who’s to say that he’d even be successful? The probability of him knocking me up in one weekend twice is very slim.
Moving to the coffee machine, I turn it on and pull out some fruit to cut up. My nerves over the whole mess of this situation make my appetite nonexistent.
I know it’s wrong, that he’s my sister’s husband, even if he was my baby daddy first, but it also feels so right. Being with Beau again is like not realizing you’re drowning until you take a large gulp of air. My body has been shocked into having the will to live again.
My future doesn’t seem so bleak when I’ve been struggling to navigate the world as a single mom. People’s judgment over it can be so damning, as if I actively chose this life. And fuck them if I did.
At the end of the day, I work my ass off to provide for my kid, and I don’t regret a moment. But I’m not so delusional that I don’t realize the absolute benefit it would be to have an extra pair of hands to help.
I dump all the fruit into a bowl with a sigh. I shouldn’t be thinking of a future when we don’t even know what today holds. He could wake up and have fucked me out of his system while planning to stay with Kendall.
My phone ringing from where I’d plugged it in last night startles me, but I rush to grab it, hoping it’s my mom with news.
“Hey, how’d the night go?” I answer.
My mom sighs. “He woke up a few times. I eventually just moved him into my bed.”
My heart sinks. While I was having the night of my life, my poor baby had been sleeping for the first time away from me.
